Are you sure you saw the shot fired?"
"I seen the tenderfoot--damn his eyes!--whip up his gun and take a snap
shot while he was runnin' for the door where Calamity stood."
Nash raised his lantern high, so that the light fell full on the face of
Drew. The rancher was more grey than ever.
He said, with almost an appeal in his voice: "Mightn't it have been one
of the other boys, shooting at random?"
The tone of Kilrain raised and grew ugly.
"Are you tryin' to cover the tenderfoot, Drew?"
The big man made a fierce gesture.
"Why should I cover him?"
"Because you been actin' damned queer," answered Nash.
"Ah, you're here again, Nash? I know you hate Bard because he was too
much for you."
"He got the start of me, but I'll do a lot of finishing."
"Kilrain," called Drew, "you're Calamity's best friend. Ride for Eldara
and bring back Dr. Young. Quick! We're going to pull Ben through."
"Jest a waste of time," said Nash coolly. "He's got one foot in hell
already."
"You've said too much, Nash. Kilrain, are you going?"
"I'll stop for the doctor at Eldara, but then I'll keep on riding.
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